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I make it sound like it has only happened a couple of times. Once or twice, really. But that is not the truth.

I have out of body experiences all the time! Haha! You caught me there. Alright, not all the time. Just sometimes.

My being and my body ride separately to work. Well, ride separately almost everywhere we go.
One is riding and singing.
                           Singing all sorts of songs.
                                       All sorts of hideous songs. (Sometimes) 
And talking loudly to self.
        Talking loudly to self in hideously accented French.
        Talking loudly to self in any combination of too-thick-to-be-true accents and applauding myself generously for my linguistic versatility.

And cussing at the receding backs of the bad motorists.

It is at times like this that I feel like someone lifts me out of my skin and leaves me to contemplate the rider from within the stuffy confines of the helmet. With the visor down, there's very little scope for the two of us to breathe together and usually, the prissy observer wins and the loudmouth is silenced.

Alors, the need for coffee and introduction of Self to Self is getting very dire.